Lyrics:

Happy with no teeth

Happy here in hibernation

Slurpin' on a peach

Starin' at the situation

Kitty on my foot

Meowin' out a conversation

Rockin' back and forth

That's my only destination



Old man on the back porch

Old man on the back porch

Old man on the back porch

And that old man is me!



Got a two string on my lap

Total subsonic vacation

Got chicken on the drums,

poundin' out a perfect prescription

Got twenty little worms

I'll plug in some amplification

Got fifteen hundred base drum - luggin bug-eyed monkeys

All arriving at the station



I'm sittin on the back porch, kickin' my legs back,

rockin' in my rocking chair, and sittin' there

On the little back porch is about to fall apart

So I think I might repair it

Just as I'm thinkin' about repairin' it,

Some little friends come along

with some two-string, one-string, no-string guitars

And they all plug em all in to the back porch

And they sit around playin' all their favorite songs

They's kickin' back feelin' real good,

real fine, real full of the wine

And everything's fine, everything's beautiful,

everything's great, I just feel so good

You know I'm seventy years old

and I'm slurpin' everything through a straw